The Vitale Bride
Fiction along the lower shelves, wider range than I expected — literary, contemporary, a collection of Italian novels in the original that I pulled out with genuine pleasure.
I spent two hours there. Working through my reviews at the desk he had indicated was mine, surrounded by his books, in the apartment that was mine now, on the first morning of being Aria Vitale.
At eleven, Luca texted.
How’s married life? Don’t answer if it’s boring. If it’s interesting, I need details.
I smiled. It’s the first morning.
First impressions matter. He made you coffee, right?
It was already made when I got there.
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